I always knew that Yvonne was special. I’d felt it in those moments when we forged an unlikely friendship, and being around her made me feel like there was nothing in the world I couldn’t achieve. I’d felt invincible around her, which was why I felt drawn to her back then. It’s why I feel drawn to her even now.
I can’t help but wonder if she passed down more than just her stunning features to her son. Does he possess any magic? Or are his gifts solely like those of his father’s—a werewolf?
Watching him curiously, I take a seat just as he lifts his eyes to mine.
“Not respectful,” he says with a strange little pout, to which I frown.
“What’s not respectful?”
Gio sighs. “I no call you Dawson.UncleDawson, yeah?” This brings a hopeful smile to his face.
“Sure,” I smile as I lift my fork, a thought suddenly crossing my mind. I look up to see Gio digging into his breakfast without a care in the world, and I can’t help but wonder if he knew his father.
I haven’t heard much about the man, not from Gio nor Yvonne. They never speak about him. What kind of werewolf was he? Did he die? Did he leave the Moonshine Pack, leaving Yvonne and Gio alone? Is that why she was faced with their cruelty?
“So, tell me, Gio … who did you use to call ‘Dad’?” I ask, almost regretting the question when it leaves my mouth, until Gio looks up and shrugs nonchalantly.
“No one,” he says, going back to his meal.
Hm…
So, he didn’t know his father. He must have been gone before Gio was old enough to meet him.
“Did Mama ever tell you about him?”
Gio’s eyes widen as he looks up, a sudden, thrilled glint sparkling in them when he nods eagerly.
“Mama did!” he beams. “She says she had me when daddy and her danced!”
My heart skips a beat as I freeze. “What?”
Gio nods as he stabs his fork into his bacon, the sound sending a shiver down my spine.
“Mama say daddy used to like reading, like her. He read all her favorite stuff!”
Blinking at the boy, I immediately lose my appetite, suspicion rearing its ugly head.
It can’t be possible that Yvonne met her mate and conceived their child during a dance, when that’s exactly what happened when she lost her virginity to me.
And the part about her favorite books?
That’s something we bonded over in the library when I revealed my love for literature.
It can’t be….
If it’s simply a coincidence, I decide not to think much of it until I can ask Yvonne who Gio’s father is. But as the day drags on and I spend more time with the boy, I can’t put my suspicions to rest.
The unsettling feeling grows until there’s no room left to stay silent; my suspicions roused the longer I dwell on the thought that maybe Yvonne hasn’t been entirely honest with me.
Because she’s working on discovering her gifts, she spends the whole day out and doesn’t come back until after I’ve tucked Gio into bed.
Waiting for her in the living room, I’m tapping my foot impatiently on the rug as I sit on the armrest of the couch. As soon as Yvonne walks in, I’m on my feet, unable to hold it in any longer.
“Is Gio—”
“He’s asleep,” I cut in abruptly as I march forward.
As if I’m stalking her, Yvonne freezes on the spot, her eyes widening as her cheeks pale. She can probably see the upset in my eyes and asks, “What’s wrong, Dawson?”
